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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Forty-ninth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

1 - 11

2 - 14

3 - 1

A - 5

B - 18

Lethal - 1

Nonlethal - 23

Optional: Kill the leader - 2

Optional: Talk instead of fight - 2

Additional Votes

* Skaeth is up to something - 8

* Shara gangbanged (all-female and all-male both suggested) - 8

* Give Kyte to the Valkyries for taming - 1

* Rufus bottoms to Windtooth (his father, the Blue Feather alpha male) - 9

* More F/F scenes - 1

* More M/F scenes - 3

* More non-consensual scenes - 3

* Bring back Goro, the panda heavy - 1

* More smooth-skinned males - 2

* Kyte/Rufus - 4

* Give Kyte her dangly bits back - 8

* Make Kyte a hermaphrodite (tied to above vote) - 7

* Allow Kyte to switch sexes (tied to giving above vote) - 1

* Pairing between Urtan and Jonna (long-term) - 1

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily) - 6

* Imogen develops a spanking fetish - 3

* Fix Urtan's throat, let him talk - 8

* Tame Belthin - 8

* Reveal the Warlord's name - 2

* Brief genderflipping for Rufus and/or Rael - 3

* Kyte/Skaeth - 2

* Introduce a female character who's not into Rufus - 1

Vote Options in Progress

* Urta/Rael/Adel/Rufus scene; family dynamics in action

* The Steampunk Trio start work on sex toys...and use them on Spark!

* Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely)

* Rufus/Urtan scene, where they finally go at it

* Share Calanon and Durion with the Valkyries (will take place at the Valkyrie city)

* Spark becoming a size queen/interested in Horse

* Lesage's gradual sexual corruption

* Dominate Skaeth, put the bull in his place

* Challenge Jutta to a contest of strength, and the loser submits to the winner

* Get the Valkyries to join the Blue Feather camp (may tie with the vote above)

Author Notes

Looks like we've decided (by a bare minority) to save the centaurettes for ourselves...or at least to save them. Our total percentage chance of success is 65%, due to our desire for a nonlethal approach, with a bonus (or penalty) based on our choice to take the reindeer boy prisoner; the modifier, incidentally, will be 5%, though we'll have to wait to see if it's positive or negative. Let's see if we can make it.

Incidentally, I'm a little squeezed for time, so I'll only do a post for Rufus' party this time around. Next time I hope to include another flash over to the Warlord's camp.

Pathfinding Forty-ninth Entry

Mmm, smooth, trim, tight reindeer buns...Rufus could hardly contain himself as the slender goody-two-shoes male walked past where he stood, fully displaying his adorable spotty back and snow white inner rump, thanks to the light leather thong he was wearing, which snugged firmly into the natal cleft of his bottom. In fact, no, Rufus wasn't going to contain himself at all: he was going to make this male his preyslave!

The boy gave a short gasp as he saw Rufus, turning just as the big grey alpha stepped from the bushes. Huh, the kid had some really good senses to notice the wolf like that. Not that it mattered, though. Just as the reindeer boy was turning back to his friends, his mouth opening to cry out a warning which would surely have alerted them to the party's presence, Rufus' powerful paw clamped over the boy's muzzle, squeezing it tightly shut, stifling any cries for help, before he jerked the slender male into the bushes. Rael's amber eyes were wide, eager, as she watched her daddy tug on one of the knots holding the reindeer boy's thong in place, then jerk the skimpy garment off roughly, making the poor teen give an adorable, muffled cry into Rufus' huge paw. The wolfen made sure to stifle any further cries, though, by shoving that wadded-up thong roughly into the doomed little cutie's mouth, then securing it firmly with a strip of sturdy cloth he kept ready in case he needed a bandage.

Urtan handed Rufus a coil of rope, and soon the reindeer boy was securely bound, his ankles tied together, his wrists behind his back, and coils of rope wrapped around his arms and chest to keep them secured. Helpless now, the deer boy looked up at the three predators that had him at their mercy with wide, ice-blue eyes, so soft and moist and expressive. It was enough that Rufus almost felt bad as he lightly stroked his fingertips through the soft white fur of the reindeer actaeon's taut tummy, then caressed his plump, still-growing sheath.

"Soon," he growl-whispered into the boy's ear, making his adorable young captive start to sob quietly through his gag, tears welling up in his large, expressive eyes. Like all actaeons of the northern woods, he knew very well what wolfen did to their prey species prisoners. The uneasy truce between the wolfen and the actaeons had been broken almost a decade past when a tribe of wolfen (fortunately not the Blue Feather pack, or else diplomacy might have been utterly impossible) had taken the prince of the actaeons, the eldest son of the Great Prince, ruler of all the deerfolk tribes, prisoner. They'd eventually returned their prisoner after several months and much pressure from the other packs, but resentfully, which led them to leave the spotty-furred teen lying on the edge of actaeon lands, his bottom in the air, his tailhole thoroughly creamed by at least a dozen especially well-hung wolfen, his belly slightly swollen with all the wolfcum he'd been force-fed. Needless to say, after that, relations between the two peoples deteriorated significantly, though they were kept just barely from war through careful diplomacy. This precious reindeerteen was well aware that unless his comrades could save him somehow, he would soon experience firsthand the tender mercies of a lusty wolfen warrior.

Without their friend to warn them of their imminent danger, the deer boys continued their play, heedless of the stealthy approach of Rufus, Urtan, Rael, and Cassidy, Adel dispatched back to the main group to keep them apprised of the situation, and keep those who might find some of the events ahead distasteful. Imogen, for example, was most certainly not invited to the party, but would instead be kept in the rear, in case healing was needed. Cassidy glanced at Rufus with a slight inclination of his head, before, instead of slipping away, he stayed near the back of the group, while at the same time nocking an arrow Rufus hadn't seen the tan-furred lapida use before, though he recognized the arrow type from his time among the "civilized" peoples of the south. It was a fowler's blunt, the tip a small conical bulb made of hard rubber, with almost fluffy-looking fletching, called "flu-flu" if Rufus remembered correctly. This sort of arrow wasn't made to fly very far, which is why Cassidy didn't slip into the woods as he normally did, but was instead meant to kill birds and small game with blunt trauma without the danger of the arrow getting stuck in something in case of a miss, or, in the case of larger creatures, to deliver a stunning blow at range similar to that which a blackjack or sap would deliver in melee. It was quietly decided what the fate of these deer boys would be: they were going to be taken alive.

Speaking of the deer boys, they'd had quite enough of foreplay. At least their leader, the wickedly handsome, slightly older buck had, swiftly stripping off his loincloth and the thong beneath, leaving him naked save for a few dabs of warpaint, and the spear, quiver, and bow he wore strapped to his back. Rufus took an instant to admire the older boy's firm, shapely-yet-masculine bottom, and his decent-sized pink penis as it popped up from its confinement, as well as the sight of seven other handsome bucks in their mid-to-late teens to early twenties stripping naked. Then, just as the lead buck was putting one hand on the sandy-furred filly's upraised rump, his other gripping the base of his cock, guiding it toward her achingly small pink pussy, more human- than horse-sized even though it appeared much like the vulva of an equine, and before the other bucks had quite managed to finish getting undressed, Rufus gave a long howl, stepping out into the clearing beside the stream.

All eyes turned to look at the tall, powerful grey-furred male that strode toward them with such confidence, such obvious power. Besides an intimidating mantle of fur lined with the fangs of ancient enemies long slain, and the weapons on the belt around his middle, the savage wolfmale was naked, his uncircumcised shaft and heavy sac hanging very low, showing slight arousal only barely kept in check by a superior will.

"These are my females," declared the alpha male imperiously, motioning to the two centaurs, mother and daughter. "You will leave them to their master."

The bucks froze for a long moment, stunned by the appearance of this obviously seasoned warrior with such an incredible weight of presence about him. Left to their own devices, the other seven bucks would have very likely done just as Rufus commanded and hurried off into the woods; they were, after all, bachelor bucks out on the journey away from others of their kind, the time when they were expected to fend for themselves until they were ready to challenge for a position and a wife (or wives, if they were strong enough) in a tribe. But the wickedly handsome buck was among them, and he turned his cruelly beautiful face on Rufus with a sneer.

"Why should we listen to a stray out of his own lands?" demanded the buck, approaching Rufus warily, his eyes looking for an opening to attack the seemingly lone wolf. "You don't have any authority here, mongrel, so piss off!"

Words weren't needed at this point, as Rufus and the darker-furred buck locked eyes, and the buck started to lower his antlers, pointing them toward Rufus' chest. This was a more primitive challenge, delivered with the angry snort of the buck, and answered with Rufus' curled lips and deep-throated snarl as he undid the cloak and let it fall aside, his stance lowering as he prepared to meet the challenge.

The buck lunged, raw power and youthful energy mingling with a surprising amount of skill for one not quite considered an adult by his people (as he wouldn't until he'd returned from his time in the bachelor bands). The buck was almost too fast for Rufus. Almost. Turning with the movement of the buck, Rufus wrapped a powerful arm around his opponent's neck, grabbing onto the other male's antlers as he worked to bear the strong young male to the ground. For a moment, it seemed as though Rufus would win this struggle handily. But then, suddenly, the buck jerked forward and then back, and in an instant Rufus found himself shoved to the ground on his back, the buck straddling his chest, legs pinning his arms, pressing his forearms into Rufus' neck, cutting off his air. Rufus knew enough about wrestling to know that he only had a matter of seconds left before he started to pass out!

[Rolled a 68 against our 65% chance of success]

Flashes of black and red spotting his vision, Rufus started to grow desperate, knowing there were no second chances in a fight like this. In desperation, he ducked his head slightly, his powerful jaws clamping down on the buck's forearms, before he jerked his strong neck upward, tossing the younger male over his head, making the buck land flat on his back, the wind knocked out of him.

[Modified by 5% in our favor, since we gained the element of surprise by taking the reindeer prisoner rather than letting him alert his compaions - 63 final result - bare success!]

In a flash, Rufus was on top of the buck, plowing his shoulders beneath the wickedly handsome male's knees, pushing them up into the other male's chest. In another situation, this would have been an intensely erotic position, with Rufus' still-semihard member pressed against the upward-tilted rump of the other male. This, however, was a fight that could end in lethality at any moment, and Rufus simply pressed forward more roughly, hands grabbing the deer's antlers to pull his head forward, cutting off his breathing instead.

"G-get him!" the buck suddenly cried out, giving up all pretense of a fair fight as he called out to his seven companions, who up to that point had been staring like deer caught in the guidelight of a coach, just following the action with rapt attention. Called to action, however, they sprang forward, not thinking about their actions as they made to grab at Rufus and bear him to the ground. Before they got the chance, however, there was a loud bellow from the nearby woods, and suddenly the towering form of Skaeth came plowing out of the underbrush. With a cry of terror at the sight of the hulking male, the bachelor bucks scattered, only for two of them to suddenly go sprawling as Cassidy snapped off shots from his fowling arrows, catching them on the backs of their heads. Urtan stepped out from the opposite side of the clearing, Rael and Adel flanking him, and the five still-conscious bucks paused for a fatal moment, unsure of where to go now that their only obvious avenue of escape was suddenly cut off. Skaeth took the opportunity to take charge of the situation, and promptly stepped forward, grabbing the nearest of the bucks, an older male who'd obviously only recently shed his final fawnspots with the end of puberty, then swiftly binding the boy's wrists behind his back. Urta and One-eye stepped out from behind Skaeth, along with Kyte in the rear, and soon joined Urtan, Rael, and Adel in closing in on the last four bucks, swiftly subduing them and binding them fast.

"Looks like that's the end," chuckled Rufus as he flipped his beaten opponent onto his stomach, and then cinched his belt around the other male's wrists as he pinned then into the small of his back. "Now the only question left is: what do I do with you?"

Path Choices

Actually, there's a few questions left. Four to be precise.

1) First, what shall we do with the centaurettes?

* Free 'em! We worked hard to save them, after all, and they're sure to be grateful.

* Keep 'em! No sense wasting an opportunity for some very fine spoils of war.

2) Second, what shall we do with the reindeer boy?

* Slavery - he's ours now, to do with as we please. Forever.

* Fun then freedom - we can have a little BDSM fun with the captive cutie, then let him go.

* Let him go - he's a nice enough guy, so maybe we can handle him as an equal.

3) Third, what shall we do with the lead buck that Rufus took down?

* Slavery - he's cute enough, and he'll make a good worker, once he's been properly tamed.

* Rape him then leave him - pound him, put him in his place, then leave him in a puddle of cum.

* End him - once he's dead, the other actaeon boys will fall into line. And venison tastes good.

* Drive him off - he's been beaten and humiliated, so we can just let him go.

4) Fourth and finally, what shall we do with the other seven prisoners?

* Slave orgy - we'll keep them, and make them do our bidding.

* Orgy time - no sense wasting a perfectly good opportunity for an orgy, then free 'em.

* Leave 'em - Just tie them up so that they can escape after a while, then keep going.

Additional suggestions besides these options are welcome.